Necromancers Are Frantically Stationing Troops In The Apocalypse
/ Necromancers Are Frantically Stationing Troops In the Apocalypse Chapter 616
Chapter 616, Count me in
Saban's answer is reasonable.
It's not too late to at least get permission from the island master's palace before looking for stage actors.
Wu Heng then asked, "What kind of performance are you planning?"
Saban responded: "I'm thinking of the public kind of performance."
Copyrights for stories in this world are not that well established.
Even if it is a performance in a theater, it is difficult for the original author to benefit from it.
That is, on Treasure Island, under my nose, otherwise no one would come to say hello if I organized a stage play.
As for public performances, they are similar to those in a pub.
Anyone can watch it, and they don't charge money.
There is no need for Wu Heng to argue with the other party about copyright fees.
He said directly: "Since you want to try to adapt it into a stage play, I allow you to perform it."
Hearing these words, Saban's face immediately lit up with joy.
Things went smoother than he thought.
The island owner also does not have the high airs of the nobles in the past.
"Thank you, Lord Island Master."
"Listen to what I have to say!" Wu Heng spoke again.
Saban looked suffocated and became serious again.
Wu Heng said: "I allow you to adapt the story, but the story cannot deviate from the theme, nor can it have a negative impact on Treasure Island and the island owner's mansion."
The story has given me a lot of positive reputation.
I also hope that it can be maintained and no problems will arise because of the stage show.
"Island owner, we will respect the story and the author, and will not have a negative impact on you and the work." Saban assured in a solemn voice.
"Go back and prepare. I look forward to your performance later." Wu Heng smiled.
Saban also suppressed the joy in his heart, "I will not disappoint the island owner."
"Yeah!" Wu Heng nodded.
Saban saluted again and exited the room.
Wu Heng continued to sit at the table and was not in a hurry to leave immediately.
Regarding the stage play, I also talked about it with some maids when I came here.
In this world, there is no
"Go back and prepare well. I'm also looking forward to what kind of story you can tell."
Saipan forced down the joy in his heart, "I will not let you down."
"Um!"
Saipan saluted again and exited the room.
After he left, Wu Heng also left the conference room.
Walk out along the corridor.
Passing by the deacon's study, Wu Heng thought for a moment and knocked on the door.
After hearing the response, he opened the door and walked in.
In the study room.
Sheila Gui and Shi Yali are both there.
"Why are you here at the association today?" Xila Gui asked with a smile.
Wu Heng sat down aside and said casually, "Come and borrow the conference room."
"What are you using the conference room for?"
"The bard on the island plans to adapt the story of the first volume of the Great Detective into a stage play, and he talked to me about it." Wu Heng replied.
Shi Yali brought the tea, bent down and placed it on the coffee table, and asked with wide eyes, "Volume 1? Are there any follow-up stories?"
Wu Heng picked up the tea and took a sip, "Of course, the series will continue in the next issue of the newspaper."
The whole set of great detective stories is almost 500,000 words long, and is serialized in a newspaper format.
It can also be serialized for a year and a half.
It can be said that serialized stories in newspapers are not something to worry about in the short term.
"The subsequent story is also about solving the case?" Shi Yali's eyes lit up and she moved forward.
"A new case."
"About what?" Shi Yali asked.
“…royal scandal.”
The light in Shi Yali's eyes grew brighter, and she moved forward twice, hugging one of his arms, "Which royal family? Is it a story of aristocratic romance? Is anyone dead?"
"It would be pointless to tell you." Wu Heng said.
Sitting behind the desk, Sheela frowned and glanced at the position where her sister was holding the other person's arm.
She said directly: "Shi Yali, that's alright, don't go too far." Shi Yali also reacted immediately and explained: "Just ask casually."
After saying that, he stood up and sat back in his office.
Xila Gui looked at Wu Heng again, "Don't you want to use the conference room?"
"I came here after I finished using it," Wu Heng said.
Sheila Gui suddenly realized, "I'm telling you, you're not in a hurry at all."
Wu Hengze continued to ask: "What occupation do you think is more suitable for captain and ship control?"
Sheila Gui thought for a while, "There's not much difference, right! Controlling a ship at sea depends more on navigation experience and understanding of the ship. It does not belong to a separate profession. Warriors and rangers are both acceptable."
Wu Heng felt that he had missed the point, so he asked again, "What about the control machine? It's a strange machine like a train."
"Actually, it's the same. There's not much difference. If I have to say it, the magic weapon master should know more about these devices and control them easier." Sheila Gui replied again.
Wu Heng nodded, it was pretty much what he thought.
Strange weapons are designed for other people to use.
Can control any occupation.
"That makes sense."
Sheela looked at him and asked, "Why are you asking these questions? What's your plan?"
"I just plan to research a new gadget."
"You can still do this?" Xila Ge raised her eyebrows and continued, "Don't you feel that you are paying too much attention to things? I don't want to hit you, but it is better for you to focus on spells. Don't Always wasting time on things that have nothing to do with career.”
For others, their hobbies are too broad and they do not focus on their careers.
It's really not doing your job properly.
But the situation in Wuheng is somewhat different.
"Would you like to make a bet!" Wu Heng said with a smile.
"What kind of bet are you making?" Silla glanced at Shi Yali from the corner of her eye and emphasized: "Let's make it clear first, I don't want to bet money or anything."
"Let's bet on whether I can come up with a shocking weapon." Wu Heng looked directly at the opponent.
"You are really incompetent. You are a mage. What kind of strange weapons are you studying?" Sheela Gui was speechless.
"Bet or not!"
"What are you betting on?" Sheela asked nonchalantly.
Wu Heng thought for a moment, "Whoever wins agrees to the other's request."
"Okay, the premise is that I want to feel shocked." Sheila Gui emphasized.
Anyway, it's up to you whether you'll be surprised or not, and you won't lose no matter what you think.
Shi Yali also immediately raised her hand, "Count me in."
"Okay, then it will be the three of us." Wu Heng agreed with a smile.
Here is one more.
Jinfan Tavern, in the private room on the top floor.
"Everyone, the island owner only wants the plot to be consistent with the original work, and has no other requirements. If anyone is willing to join, please give me a happy word."
Saban stood straight, looked at the people sitting around, and said with a smile.
There were also many people gathered in the room.
They are all bards above level 5 on the island, and some of them are also stationed in various taverns to tell stories in the newspapers.
Before the publication of newspapers, bards did not have a high status on Treasure Island.
But as newspapers became more and more popular, this profession also began to receive some attention.
"Mr. Saban, I have some questions and I want to ask them first." A middle-aged man in a purple robe stood up and saluted first.
Saban hurriedly returned the favor.
He also knows this person, the island's 12th-level bard 'Fandral', who has considerable prestige in Beacon Street.
Fandral said with a soft voice: "In what form will this stage play be performed? Are there any conditions promised by the Island Lord's Mansion?"
Everyone looked over.
Reading the newspaper in the tavern also charges a fee.
Saban replied, "The island owner did not put any conditions. My personal idea is that as long as the effect we present is good, the pubs will also invite us to perform. There will be no delay in leveling or making money."
Fandal nodded and asked: "Will the stage play delay everyone's time for reporting? I'm afraid there are many people here rehearsing all day long."
As soon as this question came up.
People with regular taverns pricked up their ears.
Saban took a sip of tea and said, "No, we can coordinate the time, and it will take a certain amount of time to choose a role that suits everyone. If you want to participate in this stage play, take the time to read the script and rehearse. It should be done.”
Fandral nodded again, "This is natural."
Saban did not wait for the other party to ask another question, and said directly, "The sale of the newspaper has given us a chance. This is the island owner, giving us a second chance in this profession. Whether it can completely change the current situation of bards, just Let's see this time.”
(End of chapter)
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